poetry by j matthew waters

like a child does

imagine the energy
deathbed newly made
how do you capture it
the liveliness that lingers
fading like a siren
single bullet inside soldier
one single voice sounding like three
saying breathe baby breathe

november two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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